Sooo, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that The Beast is on her way out of our lives. And though you may feel curious as to how our experience with her led to personal growth, all around, my mind has gone fishing, today, for this reason:
We thoroughly enjoyed entertaining a dear friend—who we'd not seen for twenty-four years—until the wee hours, last night, so my brain is begging for a restful day. Actually, we'd reconnected on Facebook, and since he was in town with his charming, young bride, visiting family, we were thrilled when they accepted our invitation for dinner.
And thus did last night see us laughing while reminiscing over rib tickling stories and laughing ourselves silly over songs we'd made up when he was a boy.
Though one day, I'm sure to pen a post, concerning his friendship with Barry, which began at the bus stop on the boys' first day of kindergarten, and though he'd ridden in Big Red, squashed in the back seat between Barry and Steven, again and again, the time to post the story of our friendship is not yet ripe :)
Hey! Wait a minute—now that I've stopped to think about it, our friend has already appeared in a previous post, describing the blendship between trust and lasting friendship :)
So anyway, here's why my mind is in need of a tune up, today: Later this afternoon, I'll need to listen with attention to detail, because we have an appointment to receive a second opinion from a surgeon we've yet to meet.
So rather than describing the next leg of our automotive adventures, which kind of resemble The Three Bears—this one will not do, and that one will not do—ahhh, this one feels just right—I'll rest my mind instead of diving for insights, today.
On the other hand, I may concentrate on an activity that proves to be mundane, such as correcting mistakes in grammar, caught while rereading that lengthy stream of consciousness, concerning my two most important values being one and the same, because—well, truthfully—the perfectionist in me dies hard, and no matter how often I edit, mistakes tend to escape detection:)
We thoroughly enjoyed entertaining a dear friend—who we'd not seen for twenty-four years—until the wee hours, last night, so my brain is begging for a restful day. Actually, we'd reconnected on Facebook, and since he was in town with his charming, young bride, visiting family, we were thrilled when they accepted our invitation for dinner.
And thus did last night see us laughing while reminiscing over rib tickling stories and laughing ourselves silly over songs we'd made up when he was a boy.
Though one day, I'm sure to pen a post, concerning his friendship with Barry, which began at the bus stop on the boys' first day of kindergarten, and though he'd ridden in Big Red, squashed in the back seat between Barry and Steven, again and again, the time to post the story of our friendship is not yet ripe :)
Hey! Wait a minute—now that I've stopped to think about it, our friend has already appeared in a previous post, describing the blendship between trust and lasting friendship :)
So anyway, here's why my mind is in need of a tune up, today: Later this afternoon, I'll need to listen with attention to detail, because we have an appointment to receive a second opinion from a surgeon we've yet to meet.
So rather than describing the next leg of our automotive adventures, which kind of resemble The Three Bears—this one will not do, and that one will not do—ahhh, this one feels just right—I'll rest my mind instead of diving for insights, today.
On the other hand, I may concentrate on an activity that proves to be mundane, such as correcting mistakes in grammar, caught while rereading that lengthy stream of consciousness, concerning my two most important values being one and the same, because—well, truthfully—the perfectionist in me dies hard, and no matter how often I edit, mistakes tend to escape detection:)
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